"clouds to believe in" by Tony Iantocsa

a radio tower emitsred mosquitoes likestatic in the young earand this morning isa breadcrumb rollingon a windowsillacross the courtyardthe wind throughthe screen plucksan ocean with thislandscape's blisteredfinger stumblinginto the room at the topof this particular hillwhere the high sunsplinters throughtrees like threadsof a straightjacketand all the cloudswe believe in